Greg’s voice, a voice that evoked not only reverence for a simpler way of life and a respect for the beauties of hills and valleys and, above all, these deep and mystical mountains – that voice is now part of the eternal winds that moan and sigh in these still-limitless Colorado bluebird skies. And when storm clouds brew, and when they come sweeping in over the highlands to bury them in the white blanket that Greg so effortlessly flew over on his beloved skis, his beautiful voice will forever carry those life-giving snows, and serve forevermore as a reminder of his enormous heart and soul for us all.
Greg’s voice was one of those gifts that are given freely to be treasured forever. Greg’s gift was given with genuine love, because that’s what Greg did–- he loved. And I love you, man. Thank you so much for being.
Davitt M. Armstrong
Durango